A dense field of turquoise marks—each a small, breath-like rectangle—assembles into a pulsing grid that feels at once orderly and quietly unstable, as if the surface were trying to hold itself together through repetition. Beneath this lattice, bruised violets and coral-pink smears drift like submerged memories, softening the geometry with a human, weathered touch. The work stages a tension between system and sensation: structure becomes a veil through which emotion leaks, turning the grid into both protection and confession.